(As Raw comes on the air, Chris Benoit makes his way down to ringside to an
amazing ovation from the New York crowd.  He proudly displays the WWE title to
the fans, before grabbing a microphone. )

Chris Benoit:
Last night was all about me proving to the world that I am, without a shadow of
a doubt, the greatest wrestler in the WWE.  Last night was about maintaining
the faith that all of you people had in Chris Benoit.  And I proved to all of
you that knew, and all of you that doubted, that Chris Benoit is for real!

Randy Orton, you may have proved your worth as a Champion while you held that
belt, but the fact of the matter is, you just didn't have what it takes to go
the distance, and I'm willing to prove that to you any time, and any place.  If
you wanna go one on one for this title, just say the word and it'll be done.

And the same goes for anybody else who thinks they're willing of stepping up
to me.  I am prepared to defend this belt against...

(Benoit's speech is cut off by the music of Evolution, as Triple H, Ric Flair
and the former WWE Champion, Randy Orton make their way out onto the stage. )

Ric Flair:
Did I just hear you correctly?  Did...I...just...hear...you..correctly?  Chris
Benoit, did you just say that you would give anyone a title shot?  Well Chris
Benoit...wooo...you know that the one man who deserves a title shot, more than
anybody else in that locker room is the man.  And the man is...Triple H!

Triple H:
Benoit, you may hold that belt on your shoulder right now, but to call yourself
the Champion is laughable, because you didn't beat me last night.  Rock got
lucky and pinned me, but you didn't.  And yet you're out here calling yourself
the cham..

Chris Benoit:
I pinned Rock, Hunter.  He may have pinned you, but I pinned him.

Triple H:
Did I tell you that you could speak?  Huh?  Did I give any indication that I
had finished talking?  No.  So don't interrupt me, or I will come down there
and beat your ass right now.  Benoit.  Until you've beaten the Game, by pinfall
or submission, your title reign, and you yourself will be the same thing that
you've always been - a joke.  Now you may speak.

Chris Benoit:
Well thank you for being so gracious, Hunter.  I must remember to ask you for
your permission next time I attempt to breathe.  Like I said Hunter, you want
a title shot, you just have to ask, and you'll get one.  But what about you,
Orton?  You're pretty damn quiet, and that's not like you.  Shouldn't you be
looking for a rematch?  Or have you just turned into Hunter's lapdog all over
again?

Randy Orton:
You know, you're real funny Benoit, I think you might even be in the wrong line
of work, you're such a comedian.  Benoit, what you fail to realise is that I'm
looking out for the greater good of Evolution right now.  Yeah, you pinned me
last night at Summerslam, but as has already been said, you have not beaten
the Game.  And you won't.

Benoit, Evolution is gunning for your title, and we're going to do whatever it
takes to make sure that we get it.  But hey, don't take our word for it, Chris,
we're just three guys.  Why not just ask the fourth?  After all, he's standing
right behind you.

(A confused Benoit turns around, and gets nailed immediately by a clothesline
from Batista!  The returning superstar then scoops the champ up and nails him
with a sitout powerbomb.  After yelling at the champ, Batista exits the ring
and heads up the ramp to join with the rest of Evolution. )

Triple H:
Benoit, this is just the beginning of the end for you.  But mark my words, it's
going to continue until the title is mine.

(Triple H drops the mic, as Evolution's music hits yet again. )